Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

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...Because I don't love you, everything I say is wrong.

He tried to gain Yuther's approval, but was ruthlessly abandoned as a piece of trash;

She wanted to be popular with the people, but was instead denounced as a witch and avoided at all costs;

Despite not knowing herself at all, she could tell from hearsay just how cunning and treacherous Morgan Leffy was.

This woman, condemned by the whole world, saw unique words on the bright moon amidst her endless melancholy.

[Chiki Shirou: "Hello, Morgan."]

Her naturally alluring, deep blue eyes widened slightly.

Even so, the air of dejection remained undiminished.

However, her eyes seemed more spirited than before.

"What's this?"

Chapter 5 Yashirodai Elementary School

Morgan: "What...is this?"

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Shirou was starting to feel sleepy.

Upon seeing the message appear in the group chat, I was immediately overjoyed.

"Finally, a reply!"

"Oh right, I need to see if she can sign in..."

Looking at the night outside the window, Shirou quickly continued speaking in the group chat.

[Chiki Shirou: "Morgan, welcome to the team. It may be a bit presumptuous, but did you see the sign-in? If you did, please click it!"]

Morgan: "What...?"

At this moment, Morgan did not seem particularly surprised after seeing the contents of the group chat.

No matter what, her magic skills are top-notch, and she wouldn't lose her composure over something that's a little illogical.

Morgan naturally couldn't comply with the so-called 'sign-in' that guy named Chiki Shirou had been making her do.

God knows if this is some kind of trick by a fairy.

If you obediently do as instructed, you might be cursed.

Although she felt she was cursed.

By this era

Morgan: "What good would it do me to do this?"

[Chiki Shirou: "It's useless to you, but it's good for me."]

Morgan: "Huh...?"

The witch's beautiful face had her pretty brows slightly furrowed, revealing a puzzled expression.

Morgan: "Since it's of no benefit to me, why should I listen to you?"

[Chiki Shirou: "Well, you have a point."]

Shirou rested his hand on the train window sill, propped his chin on his hand, and chatted with Morgan from Kamishiro while looking at the scenery outside the window.

[Chiki Shirou: "How about we make a deal?"]

[Chiki Shirou: "If you can guarantee to sign in every day, I promise I can do something I can for you, how about it?"]

Morgan, who was lounging lazily on the couch, suddenly smiled after seeing the replies in the group chat.

However, there was little joy in that smile; instead, it carried a hint of desolation.

help me?

In this world, who else can help this witch cursed by fate?

but……

Morgan's lips curled slightly as he looked at the words that were still in his sight.

Morgan: "In that case, I want you to destroy my sister—Artoria Pendragon. Can you do it?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the other side fell silent.

I didn't reply to her for a while.

"really……

"...No matter who it is, they will stand on the side of that red dragon."

And she, a witch condemned by all, was destined to be a villain.

Morgan lowered her eyes and brows, her long eyelashes casting a shadow beneath her eyelids.

Just then...

[Chiki Shirou: "Tell me, how do you plan to destroy it?"]

Shirou, sitting on the train, was waiting with great interest for Morgan's reply.

He naturally knew something about that distant age of gods.

When King Arthur is mentioned, most people's first reaction is probably the legend of him pulling the sword from the stone, his incestuous relationship with his sister, being cuckolded by his subordinate Lancelot, and his death with his unfilial son Mordred at the final Battle of Camlann.

If one has intervened in the history of the Age of Gods.

What will happen when that time comes?

Since the historical facts are fixed, everything should be predestined.

Once we enter the Age of Gods, does so-called free will truly exist?

Will this lead to an endless cycle of reincarnation?

It's terrifying to think about.

But... who cares about you?

Faced with this classic time paradox, Shirou's choice is to simply open the door.

After all, his goal is to accumulate 100 points for the next card draw.

No matter what difficulties he encounters, Shirou can calmly shout, "System—Draw a card!"

I'm a man with cheat codes!

If he were reborn in an ordinary world without supernatural powers, he might have to be more reserved, but this is Type-Moon!

In Type-Moon, overpowered characters are everywhere, and casters are worse than dogs. If everyone uses overpowered abilities, it's as if no one uses them at all!

Besides, if you can't use the cheat, then you might as well have died in vain in your past life.

He had no psychological burden on this point.

As Shirou was thinking this, a change finally occurred in the group chat.

Morgan: "No matter what methods or means you use, as long as you make her depressed, make her fall, make her fail, and prevent her from becoming queen!"

Morgan: "If I could do it, I would give you whatever you want me to do."

A very tempting reply.

Shirou's eyes brightened slightly.

He wouldn't dare say he could easily defeat Artoria once she matured.

However... before she ascended the throne and before she pulled the sword from the stone, the young and naive Artoria was undoubtedly much easier to deal with.

With this in mind, Shirou gave his final reply of the night.

[Chiki Shirou: "Okay, I promise you."]

[Chiki Shirou: "We'll discuss the details further after I arrive in the Age of Gods tomorrow."]

After replying, Shirou stopped paying attention to what was happening in the group.

Because the tram has already arrived at the station.

Morgan, on the other hand, was from the Gods' side.

Morgan's beautiful eyes widened slightly after seeing the final reply.

Her lips, painted with a deep blue lip gloss, unconsciously parted.

In this world.

There really were people there.

Would they be willing to do things for her, a witch despised by the world?

...Incredible.